<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392262739790292947</id><updated>2011-11-27T22:49:50.836-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Que seja doce"</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Camila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_DmcN2Yo0c/SMZ4_pOt47I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ervlRqrWPN8/S220/100_2210.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392262739790292947.post-6945930318140487172</id><published>2010-02-23T18:25:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T18:25:59.362-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"O valor das coisas não está no tempo que elas duram, mas na intensidade com que acontecem. Por isso existem momentos inesquecíveis, coisas inexplicáveis e pessoas incomparáveis."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;C.F.A.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392262739790292947-6945930318140487172?l=docequeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/feeds/6945930318140487172/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392262739790292947&amp;postID=6945930318140487172&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/6945930318140487172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/6945930318140487172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-valor-das-coisas-nao-esta-no-tempo.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_DmcN2Yo0c/SMZ4_pOt47I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ervlRqrWPN8/S220/100_2210.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392262739790292947.post-5174921193758625170</id><published>2010-01-04T20:11:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T20:12:22.460-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Comecei a enumerar nos dedos quem poderia sentir a minha falta: sobraram dedos.&lt;br /&gt;Todos estes que estou olhando agora!..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C.F.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392262739790292947-5174921193758625170?l=docequeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/feeds/5174921193758625170/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392262739790292947&amp;postID=5174921193758625170&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/5174921193758625170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/5174921193758625170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/2010/01/comecei-enumerar-nos-dedos-quem-poderia.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_DmcN2Yo0c/SMZ4_pOt47I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ervlRqrWPN8/S220/100_2210.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392262739790292947.post-8046521199426803287</id><published>2009-12-28T23:22:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T23:23:10.710-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Frágil — você tem tanta vontade de chorar, tanta vontade de ir embora. Para que o protejam, para que sintam falta. Tanta vontade de viajar para bem longe, romper todos os laços, sem deixar endereço. Um dia mandará um cartão-postal, de algum lugar improvável. Bali, Madagascar, Sumatra. Escreverá: penso em você. Deve ser bonito, mesmo melancólico, alguém que se foi pensar em você num lugar improvável como esse.Você se comove com o que não acontece, você sente frio e medo. Parado atrás da vidraça, olhando a chuva que, aos poucos, começa a passar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C.F.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392262739790292947-8046521199426803287?l=docequeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/feeds/8046521199426803287/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392262739790292947&amp;postID=8046521199426803287&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/8046521199426803287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/8046521199426803287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/2009/12/fragil-voce-tem-tanta-vontade-de-chorar.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_DmcN2Yo0c/SMZ4_pOt47I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ervlRqrWPN8/S220/100_2210.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392262739790292947.post-8834497602550025069</id><published>2009-11-24T00:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T00:16:18.158-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Fiquei tão só, aos poucos. Fui afastando essas gentes assim menores, e não ficaram muitas outras. Às vezes, nos fins de semana principalmente, tiro o fone do gancho e escuto, para ver se não foi cortado. Não foi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C.F.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392262739790292947-8834497602550025069?l=docequeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/feeds/8834497602550025069/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392262739790292947&amp;postID=8834497602550025069&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/8834497602550025069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/8834497602550025069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/2009/11/fiquei-tao-so-aos-poucos.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_DmcN2Yo0c/SMZ4_pOt47I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ervlRqrWPN8/S220/100_2210.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392262739790292947.post-4850363446795852069</id><published>2009-11-09T20:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T20:27:11.344-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Fico tão cansada às vezes, e digo para mim mesma que está errado, que não é assim, que não é este o tempo, que não é este o lugar, que não é esta a vida. (...)então eu não sentia nada, podia fazer as coisas mais audaciosas sem sentir nada, bastava estar atenta como estes gerânios, você acha que um gerânio sente alguma coisa? quero dizer, um gerânio está sempre tão ocupado em ser um gerânio e deve ter tanta certeza de ser um gerânio que não lhe sobra tempo para nenhuma outra dúvida..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;C.F.A.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392262739790292947-4850363446795852069?l=docequeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/feeds/4850363446795852069/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392262739790292947&amp;postID=4850363446795852069&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/4850363446795852069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/4850363446795852069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/2009/11/fico-tao-cansada-as-vezes-e-digo-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_DmcN2Yo0c/SMZ4_pOt47I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ervlRqrWPN8/S220/100_2210.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392262739790292947.post-3433391122613463109</id><published>2009-09-28T23:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T23:29:09.388-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" Ninguém te ensinará os caminhos. Ninguém me ensinará os caminhos. Ninguém nunca me ensinou caminho nenhum, nem a você, suspeito. Avanço às cegas. Não há caminhos a serem ensinados, nem aprendidos.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C.F.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392262739790292947-3433391122613463109?l=docequeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/feeds/3433391122613463109/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392262739790292947&amp;postID=3433391122613463109&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/3433391122613463109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/3433391122613463109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/2009/09/ninguem-te-ensinara-os-caminhos.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_DmcN2Yo0c/SMZ4_pOt47I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ervlRqrWPN8/S220/100_2210.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392262739790292947.post-8675452141907641185</id><published>2009-09-07T01:56:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T01:56:57.382-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Quando fecho os olhos, é você quem eu vejo; aos lados, em cima, embaixo, por fora e por dentro de mim. Dilacerando felicidades de mentira, desconstruindo tudo o que planejei, abrindo todas as janelas para um mundo deserto. É você quem sorri, morde o lábio, fala grosso, conta histórias, me tira do sério, faz ares de palhaço, pinta segredos, ilumina o corredor por onde passo todos os dias."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C.F.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392262739790292947-8675452141907641185?l=docequeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/feeds/8675452141907641185/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392262739790292947&amp;postID=8675452141907641185&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/8675452141907641185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/8675452141907641185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/2009/09/quando-fecho-os-olhos-e-voce-quem-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_DmcN2Yo0c/SMZ4_pOt47I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ervlRqrWPN8/S220/100_2210.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392262739790292947.post-8379475158732725852</id><published>2009-09-01T00:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T00:30:09.353-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Mudei muito, e não preciso que acreditem na minha mudança para que eu tenha mudado."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C.F.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392262739790292947-8379475158732725852?l=docequeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/feeds/8379475158732725852/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392262739790292947&amp;postID=8379475158732725852&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/8379475158732725852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/8379475158732725852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/2009/09/mudei-muito-e-nao-preciso-que-acreditem.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_DmcN2Yo0c/SMZ4_pOt47I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ervlRqrWPN8/S220/100_2210.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392262739790292947.post-2946438163919297565</id><published>2009-08-18T14:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T14:22:26.317-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="para"&gt; ''E eu não sei explicar. Acho que é uma questão de amor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C.F.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392262739790292947-2946438163919297565?l=docequeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/feeds/2946438163919297565/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392262739790292947&amp;postID=2946438163919297565&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/2946438163919297565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/2946438163919297565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-eu-nao-sei-explicar.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_DmcN2Yo0c/SMZ4_pOt47I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ervlRqrWPN8/S220/100_2210.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392262739790292947.post-4893006947150134573</id><published>2009-08-14T23:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T23:26:11.449-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Fiquei. Você sabe que eu fiquei. E que ficaria até o fim, até o fundo. Que aceitei a queda, que aceitei a morte. Que nessa aceitação, caí. Que nessa queda, morri. Tenho me carregado tão perdido e pesado pelos dias afora. E ninguém vê que estou morto."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C.F.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392262739790292947-4893006947150134573?l=docequeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/feeds/4893006947150134573/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392262739790292947&amp;postID=4893006947150134573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/4893006947150134573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/4893006947150134573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/2009/08/fiquei.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_DmcN2Yo0c/SMZ4_pOt47I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ervlRqrWPN8/S220/100_2210.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392262739790292947.post-5421932659568741397</id><published>2009-08-06T00:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T00:44:11.808-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Se hoje o sol sair, eu te prometo o céu...!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C.F.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392262739790292947-5421932659568741397?l=docequeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/feeds/5421932659568741397/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392262739790292947&amp;postID=5421932659568741397&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/5421932659568741397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/5421932659568741397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/2009/08/se-hoje-o-sol-sair-eu-te-prometo-o-ceu.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_DmcN2Yo0c/SMZ4_pOt47I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ervlRqrWPN8/S220/100_2210.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392262739790292947.post-7034207470344465749</id><published>2009-07-20T18:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T18:17:21.927-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tenho tentado aprender a ser humilde. A engolir os nãos que a vida me enfia pela goela a baixo. A lamber o chão dos palácios. A me sentir desprezado-como-um-cão, e tudo bem, acordar, escovar os dentes, tomar um café e continuar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C.F.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392262739790292947-7034207470344465749?l=docequeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/feeds/7034207470344465749/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392262739790292947&amp;postID=7034207470344465749&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/7034207470344465749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/7034207470344465749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/2009/07/tenho-tentado-aprender-ser-humilde.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_DmcN2Yo0c/SMZ4_pOt47I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ervlRqrWPN8/S220/100_2210.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392262739790292947.post-4700856883983132745</id><published>2009-07-08T23:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T23:47:46.750-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"O valor das coisas não está no tempo que elas duram, mas na intensidade com que acontecem. Por isso existem momentos inesquecíveis, coisas inexplicáveis e pessoas incomparáveis."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C.F.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392262739790292947-4700856883983132745?l=docequeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/feeds/4700856883983132745/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392262739790292947&amp;postID=4700856883983132745&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/4700856883983132745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/4700856883983132745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-valor-das-coisas-nao-esta-no-tempo.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_DmcN2Yo0c/SMZ4_pOt47I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ervlRqrWPN8/S220/100_2210.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392262739790292947.post-8841682247230227559</id><published>2009-07-06T18:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T18:04:18.955-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"De cada dia arrancar das coisas, com as unhas, uma modesta alegria; em cada noite descobrir um motivo razoável para acordar amanhã."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C.F.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392262739790292947-8841682247230227559?l=docequeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/feeds/8841682247230227559/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392262739790292947&amp;postID=8841682247230227559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/8841682247230227559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/8841682247230227559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/2009/07/de-cada-dia-arrancar-das-coisas-com-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_DmcN2Yo0c/SMZ4_pOt47I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ervlRqrWPN8/S220/100_2210.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392262739790292947.post-2429189532928661798</id><published>2009-07-01T13:01:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T13:01:32.782-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Mas há dias está tudo escuro e a luz da vela em cima da minha mesa não vai acordar ninguém."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C.F.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392262739790292947-2429189532928661798?l=docequeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/feeds/2429189532928661798/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392262739790292947&amp;postID=2429189532928661798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/2429189532928661798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/2429189532928661798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/2009/07/mas-ha-dias-esta-tudo-escuro-e-luz-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_DmcN2Yo0c/SMZ4_pOt47I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ervlRqrWPN8/S220/100_2210.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392262739790292947.post-7638889878423048073</id><published>2009-06-29T21:13:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T21:14:39.447-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Eu vou embora sozinha. Eu tenho um sonho, eu tenho um destino, e se bater o carro e arrebentar a cara toda saindo daqui. continua tudo certo. Fora da roda, montada na minha loucura. Dá minha jaqueta, boy, que faz um puta frio lá fora e quando chega essa hora da noite eu me desencanto. Viro outra vez aquilo que sou todo dia, fechada sozinha perdida no meu quarto, longe da roda e de tudo: uma criança assustada."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C.F.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392262739790292947-7638889878423048073?l=docequeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/feeds/7638889878423048073/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392262739790292947&amp;postID=7638889878423048073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/7638889878423048073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/7638889878423048073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/2009/06/eu-vou-embora-sozinha.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_DmcN2Yo0c/SMZ4_pOt47I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ervlRqrWPN8/S220/100_2210.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392262739790292947.post-9182105504055673432</id><published>2009-06-25T12:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T12:42:28.890-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Preciso sim, preciso tanto. Alguém que me desperte com um beijo, abra a janela para o sol ou a penumbra. Tanto faz, e sem dizer nada me diga o tempo inteiro alguma coisa. Preciso do teu beijo de mel na minha boca de areia seca, preciso da tua mão de seda no couro da minha mão crispada de solidão. Preciso dessa emoção que os antigos chamavam de amor, quando sexo não era morte e as pessoas não tinham medo disso que fazia a gente dissolver o próprio ego no ego do outro e misturar coxas e espíritos no fundo do outro você... Preciso de você que eu tanto amo e nunca encontrei. Para continuar vivendo, preciso da parte de mim que não está em mim, mas guardada em você que eu não conheço. Tenho urgência de ti, meu amor. Para me tocar, para me tocar e no toque me salvar. Preciso ter certeza que inventar nosso encontro sempre foi pura intuição, não mera loucura. Ah, imenso amor desconhecido."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C.F.A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392262739790292947-9182105504055673432?l=docequeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/feeds/9182105504055673432/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392262739790292947&amp;postID=9182105504055673432&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/9182105504055673432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/9182105504055673432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/2009/06/preciso-sim-preciso-tanto.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_DmcN2Yo0c/SMZ4_pOt47I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ervlRqrWPN8/S220/100_2210.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392262739790292947.post-1108314982942060055</id><published>2009-06-21T10:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T10:20:52.093-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Ele gostava quando ela dizia sabe, nunca tive um papo com outro cara assim que nem tenho com você. Ela gostava quando ele dizia gozado, você parece uma pessoa que eu conheço há muito tempo. E de quando ele falava calma, você tá tensa, vem cá, e a abraçava e a fazia deitar a cabeça no ombro dele para olhar longe, no horizonte do mar, até que tudo passasse, e tudo passava assim desse jeito. Ele gostava tanto quando ela passava as mãos nos cabelos da nuca dele, aqueles meio crespos, e dizia bobo, você não passa de um menino bobo".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C.F.A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392262739790292947-1108314982942060055?l=docequeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/feeds/1108314982942060055/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392262739790292947&amp;postID=1108314982942060055&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/1108314982942060055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/1108314982942060055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/2009/06/ele-gostava-quando-ela-dizia-sabe-nunca.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_DmcN2Yo0c/SMZ4_pOt47I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ervlRqrWPN8/S220/100_2210.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392262739790292947.post-4895293463521911596</id><published>2009-06-14T21:13:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T21:14:38.790-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Eu acredito.Acredito no tempo. O tempo é nosso amigo, nosso aliado, não o inimigo que traz as rugas e a morte. O tempo é que mostra o que realmente valeu a pena, o tempo nos ensina a esperar, o tempo apaga o efêmero e acaba com a dúvida."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C.F.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392262739790292947-4895293463521911596?l=docequeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/feeds/4895293463521911596/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392262739790292947&amp;postID=4895293463521911596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/4895293463521911596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/4895293463521911596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/2009/06/eu-acredito.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_DmcN2Yo0c/SMZ4_pOt47I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ervlRqrWPN8/S220/100_2210.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392262739790292947.post-4085709617846379500</id><published>2009-06-13T23:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T23:03:16.685-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Sobretudo, não se angustie procurando-o: ele vem até você, quando você e ele estiverem prontos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C.F.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392262739790292947-4085709617846379500?l=docequeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/feeds/4085709617846379500/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392262739790292947&amp;postID=4085709617846379500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/4085709617846379500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/4085709617846379500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/2009/06/sobretudo-nao-se-angustie-procurando-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_DmcN2Yo0c/SMZ4_pOt47I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ervlRqrWPN8/S220/100_2210.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392262739790292947.post-4528103972977150186</id><published>2009-06-10T12:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T12:45:37.074-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“Então, que seja doce. Repito todas as manhãs, ao abrir as janelas para deixar entrar o sol ou o cinza dos dias, bem assim: que seja doce. Quando há sol, e esse sol bate na minha cara amassada do sono ou da insônia, contemplando as partículas de poeira soltas no ar, feito um pequeno universo, repito sete vezes para dar sorte: que seja doce, que seja doce, que seja doce, e assim por diante. Mas, se alguém me perguntasse o que deverá ser doce, talvez não saiba responder. Tudo é tão vago como se não fosse nada.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C.F.A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392262739790292947-4528103972977150186?l=docequeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/feeds/4528103972977150186/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392262739790292947&amp;postID=4528103972977150186&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/4528103972977150186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/4528103972977150186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/2009/06/entao-que-seja-doce.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_DmcN2Yo0c/SMZ4_pOt47I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ervlRqrWPN8/S220/100_2210.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392262739790292947.post-4291058755095157905</id><published>2009-06-06T22:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T22:37:05.551-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"..sempre tem um pôr-do-sol esperando para ser visto."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C.F.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392262739790292947-4291058755095157905?l=docequeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/feeds/4291058755095157905/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392262739790292947&amp;postID=4291058755095157905&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/4291058755095157905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/4291058755095157905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_DmcN2Yo0c/SMZ4_pOt47I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ervlRqrWPN8/S220/100_2210.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392262739790292947.post-2025300172278896649</id><published>2009-06-01T15:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T15:33:24.428-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Abraçe a sua loucura antes que seja tarde demais."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C.F.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392262739790292947-2025300172278896649?l=docequeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/feeds/2025300172278896649/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392262739790292947&amp;postID=2025300172278896649&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/2025300172278896649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/2025300172278896649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/2009/06/abrace-sua-loucura-antes-que-seja-tarde.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_DmcN2Yo0c/SMZ4_pOt47I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ervlRqrWPN8/S220/100_2210.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392262739790292947.post-4017230593506629493</id><published>2009-05-31T19:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T19:30:44.975-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"E se você vem, fica tudo maior, mais amplo...Sei lá...Mas é como se eu existisse dum jeito mais completo..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C.F.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392262739790292947-4017230593506629493?l=docequeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/feeds/4017230593506629493/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392262739790292947&amp;postID=4017230593506629493&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/4017230593506629493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/4017230593506629493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/2009/05/e-se-voce-vem-fica-tudo-maior-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_DmcN2Yo0c/SMZ4_pOt47I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ervlRqrWPN8/S220/100_2210.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392262739790292947.post-6807242789943212080</id><published>2009-05-29T14:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T14:55:01.670-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Tenho amigos tão bonitos. Ninguém suspeita, mas sou uma pessoa muito rica."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C.F.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392262739790292947-6807242789943212080?l=docequeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/feeds/6807242789943212080/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392262739790292947&amp;postID=6807242789943212080&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/6807242789943212080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/6807242789943212080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/2009/05/tenho-amigos-tao-bonitos.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_DmcN2Yo0c/SMZ4_pOt47I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ervlRqrWPN8/S220/100_2210.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392262739790292947.post-5027513764969894178</id><published>2009-05-28T12:23:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T12:23:31.919-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="smller" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/h3&gt; &lt;div class="para"&gt; "Num deserto de almas também desertas, uma alma especial reconhece de imediato a outra."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C.F.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392262739790292947-5027513764969894178?l=docequeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/feeds/5027513764969894178/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392262739790292947&amp;postID=5027513764969894178&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/5027513764969894178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/5027513764969894178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/2009/05/num-deserto-de-almas-tambem-desertas.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_DmcN2Yo0c/SMZ4_pOt47I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ervlRqrWPN8/S220/100_2210.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392262739790292947.post-5781344124180054102</id><published>2009-05-27T15:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T15:50:44.639-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"..mas quando desvio meu olho do teu, dentro de mim guardo sempre teu rosto "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C.F.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392262739790292947-5781344124180054102?l=docequeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/feeds/5781344124180054102/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392262739790292947&amp;postID=5781344124180054102&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/5781344124180054102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/5781344124180054102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_DmcN2Yo0c/SMZ4_pOt47I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ervlRqrWPN8/S220/100_2210.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392262739790292947.post-9213739585034848179</id><published>2009-05-26T17:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T17:30:49.357-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;"Sobretudo, não se angustie procurando-o: ele vem até você, quando você e ele estiverem prontos."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;C.F.A.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392262739790292947-9213739585034848179?l=docequeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/feeds/9213739585034848179/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392262739790292947&amp;postID=9213739585034848179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/9213739585034848179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/9213739585034848179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/2009/05/sobretudo-nao-se-angustie-procurando-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_DmcN2Yo0c/SMZ4_pOt47I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ervlRqrWPN8/S220/100_2210.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392262739790292947.post-1001096329770442517</id><published>2009-05-24T22:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T22:36:49.240-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Quem procura não acha. É preciso estar distraído e não esperando absolutamente nada. Não há nada a ser esperado. Nem desesperado."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C.F.A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#848400;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392262739790292947-1001096329770442517?l=docequeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/feeds/1001096329770442517/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392262739790292947&amp;postID=1001096329770442517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/1001096329770442517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/1001096329770442517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/2009/05/quem-procura-nao-acha.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_DmcN2Yo0c/SMZ4_pOt47I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ervlRqrWPN8/S220/100_2210.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392262739790292947.post-2602962476812206849</id><published>2009-05-15T14:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T14:00:59.483-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Menos pela cicatriz deixada, uma ferida antiga mede-se mais exatamente pela dor que provocou, e para sempre perdeu-se no momento em que cessou de doer, embora lateje louca nos dias de chuva".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C.F.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392262739790292947-2602962476812206849?l=docequeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/feeds/2602962476812206849/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392262739790292947&amp;postID=2602962476812206849&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/2602962476812206849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/2602962476812206849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/2009/05/menos-pela-cicatriz-deixada-uma-ferida.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_DmcN2Yo0c/SMZ4_pOt47I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ervlRqrWPN8/S220/100_2210.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392262739790292947.post-8196287666025063674</id><published>2009-05-13T10:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T10:23:30.108-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Você sabe que vai ser sempre assim. Que essa queda não é a última. Que muitas vezes você vai cair e hesitar no levantar-se, até uma próxima queda."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C.F.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392262739790292947-8196287666025063674?l=docequeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/feeds/8196287666025063674/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392262739790292947&amp;postID=8196287666025063674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/8196287666025063674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/8196287666025063674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/2009/05/voce-sabe-que-vai-ser-sempre-assim.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_DmcN2Yo0c/SMZ4_pOt47I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ervlRqrWPN8/S220/100_2210.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392262739790292947.post-8301152700453756938</id><published>2009-05-12T23:17:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T23:20:21.647-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Dizem que a gente tem o que precisa. Não o que a gente quer. Tudo bem. Eu não preciso de muito. Eu não quero muito.&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero mais .Mais paz. Mais saúde. Mais dinheiro. Mais poesia. Mais verdade.&lt;br /&gt;Mais harmonia. Mais noites bem dormidas. Mais noites em claro. Mais eu. Mais você.&lt;br /&gt;Mais sorrisos,beijos e aquela rima grudada na boca. Eu quero nós. Mais nós. Grudados. Enrolados.  Amarrados. Jogados no tapete da sala. Nós que não atam nem desatam.Eu quero pouco e quero mais. Quero você. Quero eu. Quero domingos de manhã. Quero cama desarrumada,lençol,café e travesseiro. Quero seu beijo. Quero seu cheiro. Quero aquele olhar que não cansa,o desejo que escorre pela boca e o minuto no segundo seguinte: nada é muito quando é demais."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C.F.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392262739790292947-8301152700453756938?l=docequeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/feeds/8301152700453756938/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392262739790292947&amp;postID=8301152700453756938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/8301152700453756938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/8301152700453756938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/2009/05/dizem-que-gente-tem-o-que-precisa.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_DmcN2Yo0c/SMZ4_pOt47I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ervlRqrWPN8/S220/100_2210.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392262739790292947.post-9165323943563568462</id><published>2009-05-09T22:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T22:12:02.244-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Frágil — você tem tanta vontade de chorar, tanta vontade de ir embora. Para que o protejam, para que sintam falta. Tanta vontade de viajar para bem longe, romper todos os laços, sem deixar endereço. Um dia mandará um cartão-postal, de algum lugar improvável. Bali, Madagascar, Sumatra. Escreverá: penso em você. Deve ser bonito, mesmo melancólico, alguém que se foi pensar em você num lugar improvável como esse.Você se comove com o que não acontece, você sente frio e medo. Parado atrás da vidraça, olhando a chuva que, aos poucos, começa a passar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C.F.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392262739790292947-9165323943563568462?l=docequeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/feeds/9165323943563568462/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392262739790292947&amp;postID=9165323943563568462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/9165323943563568462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/9165323943563568462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/2009/05/fragil-voce-tem-tanta-vontade-de-chorar.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_DmcN2Yo0c/SMZ4_pOt47I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ervlRqrWPN8/S220/100_2210.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392262739790292947.post-1913402016332961148</id><published>2009-05-06T15:08:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T15:08:28.008-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"... dentro daquela saudade que não ia embora por mais que o tempo passasse e dentro dele, mesmo sem lembrar, apenas agindo, todos os dias eu acordava e tomava banho, escovava os dentes e fazia todas essas coisas rotineiras, igual a alguém que aos trancos, mecanicamente, continua a viver mesmo depois de ter perdido uma perna ou um braço que, embora ausentes, ainda doem - sem poder evitar, inesperadamente, sem querer evitar, outra vez lembrei de Pedro."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C.F.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392262739790292947-1913402016332961148?l=docequeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/feeds/1913402016332961148/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392262739790292947&amp;postID=1913402016332961148&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/1913402016332961148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/1913402016332961148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_DmcN2Yo0c/SMZ4_pOt47I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ervlRqrWPN8/S220/100_2210.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392262739790292947.post-8640861304841118136</id><published>2009-05-04T13:50:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T13:50:34.432-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Eu quis tanto ser a tua paz, quis tanto que você fosse o meu encontro. Quis tanto dar, tanto receber. Quis precisar, sem exigências. E sem solicitações, aceitar o que me era dado. Sem ir além, compreende? Não queria pedir mais do que você tinha, assim como eu não daria mais do que dispunha, por limitação humana. Mas o que tinha, era seu. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C.F.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392262739790292947-8640861304841118136?l=docequeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/feeds/8640861304841118136/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392262739790292947&amp;postID=8640861304841118136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/8640861304841118136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/8640861304841118136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/2009/05/eu-quis-tanto-ser-tua-paz-quis-tanto.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_DmcN2Yo0c/SMZ4_pOt47I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ervlRqrWPN8/S220/100_2210.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392262739790292947.post-9163509477704944307</id><published>2009-05-02T20:33:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T20:34:57.265-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Seu sorriso derretia satélites e corações gelados."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C.F.A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392262739790292947-9163509477704944307?l=docequeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/feeds/9163509477704944307/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392262739790292947&amp;postID=9163509477704944307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/9163509477704944307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/9163509477704944307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/2009/05/seu-sorriso-derretia-satelites-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_DmcN2Yo0c/SMZ4_pOt47I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ervlRqrWPN8/S220/100_2210.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392262739790292947.post-168334327889794681</id><published>2009-05-01T23:13:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:13:54.212-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Se o outro for bom para você. Se te der vontade de viver. Se o cheiro do suor do outro também for bom. Se todos os cheiros do corpo do outro forem bons. O pé, no fim do dia. A boca, de manhã cedo. Bons, normais, comuns. Coisa de gente. Cheiros íntimos, secretos. Ninguém mais saberia deles se não enfiasse o nariz lá dentro, a língua lá dentro, bem dentro, no fundo das carnes, no meio dos cheiros. E se tudo isso que você acha nojento for exatamente o que chamam de amor?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C.F.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392262739790292947-168334327889794681?l=docequeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/feeds/168334327889794681/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392262739790292947&amp;postID=168334327889794681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/168334327889794681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/168334327889794681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/2009/05/se-o-outro-for-bom-para-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_DmcN2Yo0c/SMZ4_pOt47I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ervlRqrWPN8/S220/100_2210.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392262739790292947.post-2880499207801806313</id><published>2009-04-30T12:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T12:46:36.877-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Como doem as perdas para sempre perdidas, e portanto irremediáveis, transformadas em memórias iguais pequenos paraísos-perdidos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C.F.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392262739790292947-2880499207801806313?l=docequeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/feeds/2880499207801806313/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392262739790292947&amp;postID=2880499207801806313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/2880499207801806313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/2880499207801806313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/2009/04/como-doem-as-perdas-para-sempre.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_DmcN2Yo0c/SMZ4_pOt47I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ervlRqrWPN8/S220/100_2210.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392262739790292947.post-1414122243592305785</id><published>2009-04-29T00:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T00:28:08.367-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Toque nela com cuidado, senão ela foge&lt;br /&gt;-a coisa ou a pessoa?&lt;br /&gt;- as duas."&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.F.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392262739790292947-1414122243592305785?l=docequeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_DmcN2Yo0c/SMZ4_pOt47I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ervlRqrWPN8/S220/100_2210.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392262739790292947.post-4560271840065847987</id><published>2009-04-28T00:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T00:12:08.600-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Chorei três horas, depois dormi dois dias. Parece incrível ainda estar vivo quando já não se acredita em mais nada. Olhar, quando já não se acredita no que se vê. E não sentir dor nem medo, porque atingiram seu limite. E não ter nada além deste amplo vazio que poderei preencher como quiser ou deixá-lo assim, sozinho em si mesmo, completo, total. Até a próxima morte, que qualquer nascimento pressagia."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C.F.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392262739790292947-4560271840065847987?l=docequeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/feeds/4560271840065847987/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392262739790292947&amp;postID=4560271840065847987&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/4560271840065847987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/4560271840065847987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/2009/04/chorei-tres-horas-depois-dormi-dois.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_DmcN2Yo0c/SMZ4_pOt47I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ervlRqrWPN8/S220/100_2210.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392262739790292947.post-3273713679933286822</id><published>2009-04-25T13:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T13:21:59.779-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Não estou fazendo nada errado só estou tentando deixar as coisas um pouco mais bonitas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C.F.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392262739790292947-3273713679933286822?l=docequeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/feeds/3273713679933286822/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392262739790292947&amp;postID=3273713679933286822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/3273713679933286822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/3273713679933286822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/2009/04/nao-estou-fazendo-nada-errado-so-estou.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_DmcN2Yo0c/SMZ4_pOt47I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ervlRqrWPN8/S220/100_2210.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1392262739790292947.post-3523136902776724189</id><published>2009-04-24T11:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T11:17:33.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pessoinhas queridas,&lt;br /&gt;Está começando mais um blog do Caio Fernando Abreu (devem existir vááááários dele), resolvi fazer esse blog já que no meu antigo só postava textos dele e um amigo falou sem querer "faz um blog do Caio" e como estou em um momento de ócio nasceu este bebê hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tenho amigos tão bonitos. Ninguém suspeita, mas sou uma pessoa muito rica."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Caio Fernando Abreu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1392262739790292947-3523136902776724189?l=docequeseja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/feeds/3523136902776724189/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1392262739790292947&amp;postID=3523136902776724189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/3523136902776724189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1392262739790292947/posts/default/3523136902776724189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docequeseja.blogspot.com/2009/04/pessoinhas-queridas-esta-comecando-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_DmcN2Yo0c/SMZ4_pOt47I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ervlRqrWPN8/S220/100_2210.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
